Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Liberia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bill Near to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Easy Going,
Groovy Waters,
Joensuu 1685,
Blancmange,
Monolake,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Siglo XX,
FM Einheit,
KRS-One,
Television Personalities,
Mission of Burma,
Inner City,
Bobby Byrd,
Roxy Music,
B.T. Express,
These Immortal Souls,
Wasted Youth,
Chris Corsano,
Con Funk Shun,
Scientists,
Camouflage,
PIL,
Shuggie Otis,
La Düsseldorf,
The Trojans,
Camberwell Now,
Yusef Lateef,
Erykah Badu,
Sixth Finger,
Soul Sonic Force,
Young Marble Giants,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Green,
The Seeds,
Bootsy Collins,
Kaleidoscope,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gong,
Desert Stars,
Cymande,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rhythm & Sound,
E-Dancer,
Niagra,
The Durutti Column,
Ice-T,
Intrusion,
Bauhaus,
MC5,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eurythmics,
Mars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fluxion,
The Cowsills,
Procol Harum,
Second Layer,
Brass Construction,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.